JASMINE'S HEAT (Closed)

[StarXChyld]

Her lithe bronze body sliced through the sparkling blue water, only breaking the smooth surface when she flip-kicked off the wall and continued down the lap lane. 50 laps before breakfast and again before dinner kept her in condition both physically and mentally. Today she needed it more for her mental health than her physical well-being. There were no cell phones in the pool. No assistants bleating in her ear about this meeting or that press conference. No car horns, squawking reporters, stinking cigars or self-important dignitaries in love with their own voices. Nothing but lovely silence. She reveled in the respite of the pool.

Her slender fingers touched the side of the pool and she drifted to a halt, letting her feet touch bottom. Curving her spine, her long blonde hair glided off her face and over her bare shoulders as she rose out of the water, the drops of water glistening on her skin like diamonds in the Arizona sun.

The plaintive squeaky voice of her assistant, Ellen, was buzzing in her ear almost immediately. “Jaz, Governor Jenkins wants to meet with you briefly before the dinner tonight. I think he wants to make sure you sprinkle his name liberally throughout your presentation tonight. He’s up for reelection, you know. This Education Summit is a nice little feather in his cap.”

Jasmine nodded silently as she exited the pool, grabbing a towel from the back of her lounge chair. So much for serenity.

As much as she loved what she did, she hated the political ramifications that went along with it. Having arrived in Phoenix ten years earlier and discovering the awful truth of the State’s Education program, she had headed for the hills, foothills that is, of Sedona. There she toiled to bring the first Charter School to the Sunshine State. She liked to believe that her mission was strictly altruistic, but the truth was it required her to rub elbows and make “nice” with the politicians that wanted to take credit for her hard work and dedication. Granted, she did need them. Money didn’t grow on palm trees and most of her funding came from the State and Federal coffers. For the most part, the Pols left her alone but during an election year, they would cluster around her and her schools - there were four now around the state - beating their chests and alerting the public to their great interest in the nation’s school system. She reconciled the conflict in her mind by reminding herself that without her blow-hard benefactors, her schools could not exist.

Ellen was packing up her suntan oil, pen and note pad, and of course, the dreaded cell phone. “You’ve got exactly one hour before the dinner. If you hurry, you can meet with Gov. Jenkins at 6:15. Shall I call him?”

Slipping her Ran Bays on, Jasmine petulantly sat down on the edge of the lounge chair, the dark lenses hiding her disdain as she looked up at her assistant. “Tell him, 6:25. I want to dry off for a few minutes.”

Ellen’s forehead furrowed, “Are you sure?”

Jasmine deliberately laid back in her chair. “I’m positive.”

The flustered assistant knew better to argue with her. She flipped open the phone and began chatting as she strode away quickly.

Jasmine let out a satisfied sigh of relief. She would savor these last few moments in the sun before rallying, making both her appointment with the Governor as well as the dinner.

The hot sun lapped at her flesh, drying her in a matter of minutes. Slowly she became aware that she was being watched. The warm feeling rushed over her manicured toes, up her legs, across her flat belly, grazing her lips, finally lingering on her face. Pulling herself up to a sitting position, she scanned the occupants of the pool from behind her sunglasses. The bar was filled to capacity with Pols trying to liquor up before what was sure to be a boring dinner presentation in their eyes. A few were with their wives but most were either stag or had some young thing in a string bikini hanging off their arm.

Her eyes continued to rove, and then she spotted him. Sitting alone, on the pool deck, under the protective cover of a palm tree, his alabaster skin hidden under a pair of Nike shorts and a short sleeve shirt buttoned way too high. Even from across the pool, she could clearly see his brooding gray eyes studying her closely. A flash of recognition flitted over her lips, curling them into a soft smile.

She had seen him earlier that morning at the Welcoming Reception and then again as she came out of her hotel room to wait for the elevator. While he a few years older than she, there was something about his face that drew her in. She had cheerily chirped a hello at him as they stepped into the elevator together and he had smiled. But she could perceive a sadness in his smile, a melancholy in his piercing eyes. She hadn’t seen him again until now and now he was studying her. She wondered who he was and what he doing at the conference. Was he one of the creepy Pols that would demand a piece of her later at the press conference? No. He didn’t have that predator gleam in his eyes. So who was he?

Before she could give it more thought, Ellen was back at her side. “Jaz! You’ve got precisely a half hour now to get ready!”

She threw up her hands in defeat, tearing her gaze away from the mysterious man across the pool. “All right. All right already. I’m coming.”

Swinging her long legs off the chair, she stood and grabbed her cover-up, slipping it over her shoulders as Ellen hurried off ahead of her. She turned to give him a departing glance, but he was gone. With a stab of disappoint as she headed off to meet her evening’s obligations.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

the mystery man (aka Thor Sund)

.....with some regret, Thor walked away from the pool. The woman he had seen twice before was difficult to ignore. She was probably in her mid 40's, but she obviously spent more than a few hours working on her body. She had ripped off 50 laps or so without even seeming to be breathing hard. There was something electric too....he knew she had felt his gaze. The blue/gray eyes of his had an unsettling effect on some people - of that, he was well aware.

Thor was an investigative reporter....with a byline that appeared in over 70 dailys. A few weeks ago he was prowling around the beltway, looking for corruption - not exactly hard to find. He had been enjoying the rather sumptuous charms of a mid-level manager in the Department of Education for the last week. She loved to impress the 'famous reporter' so she was babbling about a possible scandal having to do with funding of charter schools in Arizona. After 'pumping her' (in more ways than one) he decided that there was a possible story that could net another Pulitzer.

Sedona was beautiful - there was no other word for it. Sniffing around Phoenix had netted a few leads, but nothing to base a story on. One of his contacts suggested that the Education Conference in Sedona might be a place to pick up some leads.

In the lobby earlier he had asked the concierge who the woman was that he had 'bumped into' in the lobby. 'Jasmine' he had answered....the last name was lost in the hustle and bustle of the lobby. He also said that she was the keynote speaker at the dinner this evening.

'Bong' The elevator announcing the 4th floor interrupted his musing..... The card key allowed access to the rather nice suite the paper provided....funny how a syndicated writer was shmoozed.

'A suit, gray, with a pale blue shirt...and....'

 

[StarXChyld]

.....with some regret, Thor walked away from the pool. The woman he had seen twice before was difficult to ignore. She was probably in her mid 40's, but she obviously spent more than a few hours working on her body. She had ripped off 50 laps or so without even seeming to be breathing hard. There was something electric too....he knew she had felt his gaze. The blue/gray eyes of his had an unsettling effect on some people - of that, he was well aware.

Thor was an investigative reporter....with a byline that appeared in over 70 dailys. A few weeks ago he was prowling around the beltway, looking for corruption - not exactly hard to find. He had been enjoying the rather sumptuous charms of a mid-level manager in the Department of Education for the last week. She loved to impress the 'famous reporter' so she was babbling about a possible scandal having to do with funding of charter schools in Arizona. After 'pumping her' (in more ways than one) he decided that there was a possible story that could net another Pulitzer.

Sedona was beautiful - there was no other word for it. Sniffing around Phoenix had netted a few leads, but nothing to base a story on. One of his contacts suggested that the Education Conference in Sedona might be a place to pick up some leads.

In the lobby earlier he had asked the concierge who the woman was that he had 'bumped into' in the lobby. 'Jasmine' he had answered....the last name was lost in the hustle and bustle of the lobby. He also said that she was the keynote speaker at the dinner this evening.

'Bong' The elevator announcing the 4th floor interrupted his musing..... The card key allowed access to the rather nice suite the paper provided....funny how a syndicated writer was shmoozed.

'A suit, gray, with a pale blue shirt...and....'

. . .and I apologize for never following up.

I have actually not been back to literotica in about two years but looking through some of the previous threads I had started, I'm actually intrigued to see where this story would have gone.

I will warn you I don't have a lot of time for this (I wish I had more!) but I willing to commit to finishing what I started with you years ago, if you're game.

If you'd like to pick this up again, drop me a line and we can go from there. If not, I completely understand and sincerely apologize for not continuing.

Warm Regards,

Leslie